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That sway the CRowN IMPERIAL sought,
But equal claim a rival brought,
“In climes of orient glory born,
“Where first unfolds the golden morn,
“In light's ethereal beauty drest,
“Which Flor A's high commands invest
“Where prostrate vales, and blushing meads,
“While blood bedevs the straining bow, “And conquest rends the scattered air, “'Tis mine to bind the victor's brow,
“And reign in envied glory there.
“Then lowly bow, ye British flowers!
“And own the only glory yours,
He said, and sudden o'er the plain,
With modest air, and milder strain,
“If vain of birth, of glory vain,
, “Or fond to bear a regal name,
“The pride of folly brings disdain,
“If war my peaceful realms assail,
“I smile to see the bleeding vale,
“Then may each justly vengeful flower
“Nor leave the hand of lawless power
“One simple virtue all my pride!
“The balm that stops the crimson tide",
* The property of that flowes.
Their free consent by Zephyrs borne,